Uncle Kracker - Trucker Anthem lyrics

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Uncle Kracker - Trucker Anthem lyrics

[Intro] Who's in the house, Trucker Who's in the house, Trucker Who's in the house, Trucker Who's in the house, Trucker [Verse 1] Singing hey now people here we come Here we come, motherf**ers, here we kitty come come You know what we do and where we're from, Detroit baby You got fifteen seconds to get to your seat now, ah yeah, uh We're going to start this show and blow your minds now, yeah Who's in the house, who's your uncle, Uncle Kracker [Verse 2] Double Wide on the side, in the back of the bus I'm your Uncle Kracker, sitting platinum plus Double platinum, what, triple platinum, f** You'd be accountant, motherf**er if you add that up Can you back that up, yeah, but what for I've got a big brick house with two gold doors What's more than that, you need to shut my mouth I'm the same motherf**er you been hearing about 'Kracker went pop', no, I did the pop dash Floating through the airwaves, picking up cash I dropped Follow Me, people thought I went soft, sh** Chill, I'm still very difficult to f** with [Verse 2] Straight out of the sticks of Romeo, Michigan The early morning stoned, motherf**ing pimp of the God damn nation Yee-haw, motherf**ers, let's rock With the Kid, yes y'all you dig, you don't stop Got riffs to rock, brought booze to slam Now who's the man, Kid Rock, God damn Back on the scene like a fiend for beats Haven't slept in weeks, got too many freaks Seen too many geeks try to rock the rap So I'm back with heat to unseat the wack I'm a unpack and set up shop I'm a step back and watch ya rock I'm a bomb tracks to stop the pop Then I'm a master-blast it through the aftershock I got dug ditches to bury you b**hes Who whoa the flow, who want to stop the show So I'm a roll and throw another on point seven From North of Detroit, way South of Heaven, yeah Turn it up, uh, come on [Verse 3] Rock motherf**er with the T-B-T Rolling through your city like the General Lee You want to f** with me, don't test the odds Because your arms are too short to box with God But if you send me your address, I'll swing by Call up your friends, I'll get your whole f**ing crew high Say bye, bye, bye to the wack And let it be known Kid Rock is back [Outro] Yeah, rolling with the T-B-T We're going to rock the house for my man Joe C Yeah, we're going to start this show Come on, come on, yeah